Free
Echo
Echo
Ec
Ho
Ho
Paint you like you’re a military commander
Prince
Love-sick teenager
An obsessed male with a cigar
You always are
Are you always?
You are.
(He called you)
No. He didn’t call.
“Nothing is free honey
Not even the echo.”
He said. (He said it.)
Oh. Shut up. “I’ll put Nick Cave on the gramophone.”
I said.
Gramophone. Not the telephone. Gramophone. On it.
Still it was only a boombox. A beautiful box that sound comes out of.
“Yes. Honey. Of course I love you.” But not what?
What kinds of questions are these?
Silja Hansen (Silja Hrund Barkardóttir)
(Translated from Icelandic)
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